"Are you the Northern Whip?"
The Liao Clan man frowned and looked toward the source of the clear voice. There, he saw a cultivator in a green robe sitting casually atop the high dais of the main hall. Though the cultivator sat with ease, the Northern Whip felt an aura of heavenly truth emanating from him, as if he was born to be this way. Sitting there, he was the heaven, he was the earth.
The Liao Clan man struggled to prop himself up and said, "I'm Hu Le Gaoen—"
The cultivator in the green robe said indifferently, "I'm not interested in your name. Knowing who you are is enough. Did you ever possess any treasure?"
"Treasure? Look at me now, do I seem like someone who has a treasure? Even if I had, wouldn't it have been taken by you by now?"
The cultivator in the green robe said, "I ask if you've ever had any treasure. Touching it counts."
